Drooling over his face? Shen Jiayin's hand immediately went to her lips, rubbing vigorously. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed in apparent confusion as she said, "No, there's no drool."
This silly girl, doing it on purpose!
Who said she was silly?
Realizing he had fallen into her trap, Yao Ye felt both amused and helpless, hearing the aide chuckling behind his back.
"Shen Jiayin!" he feigned an angry face.
She said, "Leader, it's not just that your face is good-looking, but your heart is even better."
Was this meant to soothe his wounded soul or to praise him?
He snorted inwardly: This silly girl, she wouldn't say that if she saw how dark his heart could be.
After re-dressing her wound, he gave her two anti-inflammatory pills to suck on. Shen Jiayin, who took the medicine, was prone to drowsiness. Once she fell asleep, he noticed her needlework on the chair beside her.
